Wednesday, May 18, 2022

"I Hope They Call Me On A Mission"--How I "Heard Him" In Our Call

Talk given in Mission Devotional-May 9, 2022--

"I Hope They Call Me On A Mission"

When I was a student at BYU, I was sitting in my apartment watching General Conference when a speaker made a statement about “Elders, sisters and senior couples.”  Senior couples?  I had never heard of such a thing.  Growing up in eastern Washington, I rarely even saw elders although many left from our ward to serve around the world.  I asked my roommates, and a few had some vague recollection of their elderly relatives serving missions, but had few details.  Despite little information at that moment, I knew that was something that I would do with my “future-unknown” spouse.  Three years later, when Gary and I got engaged, I told him of this plan, and he agreed. Since we both turned 65 in 2020, we made some vague plans that we will leave on a mission in October 2020 after we both were 65.

Proverbs 3:5-6 ¶ aTrust in the Lord with all thine bheart; and lean not unto thine cown dunderstanding.  In all thy ways aacknowledge him, and he shall bdirect thy cpaths. 

And our lives together began---

We lived in three different states and a foreign country moving 13 times until we settled in Syracuse, UT almost 24 years ago.  Syracuse was Gary’s hometown.

We have five children—four of whom were adopted including our youngest, Jena who serves with us.

Gary had a busy career as a computer analyst, and I mostly stayed at home with our kids as they grew.  Like you, we were busy with raising a family, serving in the Church and being involved in our community. 

However, over the past ten years or so, it started to seem less and less possible for us to serve a full-time mission.  Although we still had a desire to serve, our lives seemed too complicated to leave.  At the time, I thought we were unique in that, but since meeting all of you, I realize that all senior missionaries have concerns and burdens that they need to leave behind for a time.  But they were worries for us…. We wondered what would be best for Jena; one of our sons deals with schizophrenia which requires extra support, our parents were aging,….and the list goes on.  I know you can relate……

In early 2017, in a conversation about serving a mission, Gary made the comment something like: “It might be that we have to serve a service mission in Salt Lake City.  It will be okay.  Heavenly Father knows our desires and our situation.”  Inside, I immediately rebelled and thought—No, that isn’t okay.  I was the person who wanted to serve from a high-rise apartment in Hong Kong or in a village in Cambodia.  I didn’t not want to serve in Salt Lake.”  As a sidenote, serving here I have grown to love the faithful and dedicated service missionaries who serve here and do so much good.  But in 2017—I didn’t know all of that.

However, Gary’s comment stuck with me—for days and for weeks, bouncing around in my head and heart until it occurred to me that perhaps I needed to pray about it and come to some understanding about why it seemed important.  And so, I started to explore my thoughts, feelings, and desires of my heart—in moments of prayer and pondering, at the temple, and in my daily life.  Heavenly Father helped me in that process, but it wasn’t fast or easy.  It was months before I could completely surrender my desires and say that I was willing to serve the way the Lord wanted and when and where He wanted…even if it was serving from home as a service missionary in Salt Lake City.

D&C 112:10  “Be thou humble and the Lord thy God shall lead thee by the hand, and give you answer to thy prayers.”

In December 2019, there really wasn’t talk about a full-time mission. However, one morning I woke up and even before I knelt to say my morning prayers, I had an awareness that we would serve a full- time mission the next year.  I was shocked… overjoyed but hesitant as well.  Nothing had changed in our life.  I hadn’t felt this way the day before but now the feeling was overpowering.  I knew in my mind and in my heart that we were going on a mission. 

D&C 6:23 “Did I not speak peace to your mind concerning the matter?  What greater witness can you have than from God?”

For three or four days, I carried the feeling around with me.  I could still list all the reasons we couldn’t serve a full-time mission, but they no longer seemed as barriers—just things to figure out.  The peace and joy I felt was amazing.  Finally, I told Gary and he said simply, I know. At the beginning of 2020. we began the process and on March 1st, our paperwork was submitted and we began to wait and wait...because of you know-Covid.  Seven weeks later, I got a beep with the notification that our call was in the missionary portal.  I was out on my morning walk so I turned around and headed to my car—calling Gary and our children to set up the time for the grand opening later that morning.

Due to the circumstances created by Covid, we gathered in Gary’s mom’s back patio where Gary, Jena and I sat on one side, and she sat 12 feet away—all of us in masks.  My dad and our other kids and grandkids were on Facetime on my phone while Gary used his phone to read our call.

The format of calls has changed a few times since Gary got his first mission call.  Gary started reading and reading.  After the second paragraph, Gary did a quick scroll down to see how much longer until “the important part.”  In doing so, he inadvertently saw the name of our mission.  In that moment, I felt a rush of the Spirit witnessing to me that this was where our Heavenly Father had prepared us to serve, and I was aware that Gary was receiving something similar.  He turned to me and said, “I’m sorry.  I saw.” I replied:  “I know.  It is okay.” He returned to reading where he had paused and finally the words “You are assigned to serve in the Utah Salt Lake City Headquarters Mission.” 

I testify to you that we were assigned by an Apostle and called by a prophet of God to the very place that we had been prepared to serve throughout our adult lives.  I felt it that day in the back patio even before I knew where we had been assigned and I have felt it time and time again throughout our mission.  I am grateful for a loving Heavenly Father who help me prepare and who knew that when I said, “I would go anywhere in the world for Him—that meant Salt Lake City, Utah, too.”

Doctrine & Covenants 123:17:  Therefore, dearly beloved brethren (and sisters, too), let us acheerfully bdo all things that lie in our power; and then may we stand still, with the utmost assurance, to see the csalvation of God, and for his arm to be revealed.

I testify that this has been the case in our lives, our mission being only one example of it.  All those stresses and barriers we worried about are still there.  But so many times we have express our gratitude to Our Heavenly Father that we are here in Salt Lake City.  We know our Heavenly Father loves us and our family.  We stand amazed at His goodness in our lives.

I testify that our Heavenly Father knows and loves each one of us individually and completely, Our Elder Brother leads and guides this Church and because of Him, the way is prepared for us to return home, and through the gift of the Holy Ghost, we can truly hear Them leading us back. And we started our mission on October 26, 2020! How great is that! In the name of Jesus Christ. Amen

Mission Devotional- May 9, 2022

Bright and early Monday morning, Gary and I spoke as part of our Mission Devotional in the beautiful and historic Joseph Smith Memorial Building--the same place we had our Zone Devotional a few weeks ago.

The second Monday of each month has been missionaries sharing about themselves, their service, and including "Hear Him" experiences.  I think I have shared that our mission theme is "Hear Him."  I had previously wrote (in my head) a possible talk centered around times when I didn't listen at first.  I sometimes make up talks in my head when I have trouble sleeping or spend a lot of time in the car.  I quite like the whole talk so when I was first asked to speak, I assumed that I would polish it up and I would be good to go.  However, it was not the plan.  Instead my talk became something very different than that.  I will post it in the next post.  It is an unusual style of talk for me.  I was happy with it in the end and Gary liked it which is an important thing for me.

Here are the missionaries who also spoke with us:

Gary and I, Sister Julia Raines (Training Zone),
Sister Kathy and Elder John Drasso (zone leaders in the Headquarters Support zone)

And, of course, they wanted a picture which included Jena.

Then, it was back to work and what a week of things it was.....so busy with good things and hard things.

More about that stuff later!  At least the good stuff....


Sunday, May 8, 2022

Happy Mother's Day!!

I have been thinking about what I should put in a Mother's Day post this year for a couple of days.  It seems like there should be something profound to say, but I haven't quite found it yet.  I decided to check through the blog to see what I had written on past Mother's days.  I discovered that I haven't written anything on some Mother's Days but I also found and reread some sweet posts on or near other Mother's Days. So it really added to the hodge-podge nature of the thoughts I have been having about Mother's Day.  So here it goes:

First--thoughts about my mom.  I was so lucky to have such a great mom and such a great woman and disciple of Christ to emulate!  How I love her.  I have thought more about her this Mother's day than I usually do.  I usually found myself focusing on my kids rather than missing her--because missing her is hard!


my dad and mom
me with my mom

mom and dad

Second, I have been thinking a lot about my own children.  It was a bit of a journey for me to become a mother and I don't think that awe of it really has ever left.  Certainly there were days when I wondered why someone ever left me in charge of the care, feeding, and cleaning of small humans--or even older ones.  I found mothering by far the hardest thing that I have ever done or continue to do!  It forced me to learn more about myself and make changes.  I am convinced that most of my personal growth has come from parenting.  But oh, how I love these five people I call my children:


Third, I think about the four women who also are mothers to my children.  We only had the privilege of meeting Jena's birth parents.  However, I still treasure all four of these women and some day whether on this earth or in the eternities, hope to embrace them and express my gratitude for their sacrifice in doing what they felt was best for this child that we share.  I hope to spend an afternoon or maybe a day telling them about our child--how they grew, what they were like, and how I loved them. Each Mother's Day weekend, on my children's birthdays and at other random times, I have prayed for them and hoped they had peace in their hearts about their decisions made so long ago.  I hope that they have people in their lives that they can remember the child they placed for adoption and talk about it when their hearts are full. I love and honor these four women with all of my heart.  I know that they love the son or daughter that we share and that they have not forgotten them.  And someday--I can't wait to introduce them to Scott, Ben, Tosha or Jena!

And it seems appropriate to end this post with a famous line from Jessica to Scott when she was five and he was four-- "You are lucky.  You have mom and a birth mom.  I am stuck just with mom."

They are all stuck with me--for now and all eternity!!  And nothing makes me happier.....(well, and being stuck with Gary, too.)


School of Rock!

We spent time Saturday morning mowing our yard and getting some spring cleaning of the flower beds done at our house.  We said a quick hello to the grandkids but they have been passing a stomach bug around this past week and they (and we) didn't want to share.

Friday afternoon, we had tickets to the Hale Theatre's production of "School of Rock."  I had never heard of this play before.  I guess it has even been made into a movie, but I had no idea what it was about.  Seeing the props in the lobby by the "photo op" wall, I know that Jena was likely going to love it.  She didn't want anyone else in her picture and of course, she picked the guitar.  She loves guitar music.

While Gary was waiting in the lobby while the rest of us used the bathroom, someone walked by and told Gary, "Wow, my mission president wouldn't have approved me going to this play." Uhm...we hadn't asked our mission president.  One of the perks of a senior mission is that you are expected to make your own good choices about things.  We got a laugh out of it when Gary told us.  I would expected that most young missionaries don't attend plays of any kind except those who serve in Nauvoo.

This production was in the theatre in the round--it is an amazing place and it is fun just to watch how they move the sets in and off the center stage.



Jena had decided to invite Sister Collins to go with her extra ticket.  Sister Collins is from Washington, Utah (that is by St. George) and she is from the same ward where our good friends, Lynnette and David Judd live.  Bishop Judd was her bishop when she left on her mission.  Sister Collins lives in our same building and works on the first floor of the Church History Library.


We knew we had that connection with Judds but we also found out that her stepson is Rick Collins who was our financial planner.  We love him and it was so fun to make another connection with her.  It is a small world.

She was so fun to be with and she loved the production.  She had been in plays herself and with her daughter and she also loved the technical side of it.  She said that sometimes she would find herself distracted during the play by watching how the lights were done or how things were moved around.  We had a great evening together.
We took this selfie at dinner to send to the Judds.
And we loved the play--the music, the actors especially the teenagers were amazing, and the sets and staging were incredible.  We are so blessed by the talents and work of others.

We also saw one of our service missionaries, Sister Suzanne Moesinger, and her husband at the play as well.  They live in Ogden, but also have season tickets.  A sweet bonus!